"Oh." Lucy nodded in realization then her thoughts wandered to the phone's seller.
"But that lady isn't bad," she murmured. "She even took care of me and let me spent the night at her place."
Greg's eyes narrowed but he didn't say anything. He only stared at her in a daze, she couldn't fathom his expression. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask her something, but kept quiet in the end.
"Her clothes are really nice. I want to buy them at her place." Lucy went on, not liking the silence between them. He seemed deep in thought, even though his eyes were still glued to her face.
"I'll get you a stylist. You can choose as many clothes as you want," Greg finally said, after returning to the moment.
Lucy's heart sank and she wondered what business he had with that area.
